Every book is a Children’s book if the kid can read! - Mitch
Headberg
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One of my earliest memories was walking to the library in
Lapeer. From my house to the library was
ten blocks and it also meant crossing Nepessing Street, which was the main
street in downtown Lapeer. It had a lot
of traffic and there was not light anywhere along the stretch to the library
that was convenient to a little kid. I
am probably talking about eight or nine years old when I first started going to
the library without an adult. Of course,
I usually had my sister (two years younger) to haul along with me. Sometimes I would have the wagon so we could
haul our books home in it. However, my
sister usually would want to ride in it and I did not want to pull my sister. I
just wanted to go to the library. Almost every time we went, she would tell me
that she was going to run away if she didn't get her way and I would have to
chase after her or bribe her with a promise of candy from the North End Store;
or I would threaten her with something awful like the fact that I would hide her doll,
Flossie (named after "Big Grandma" as opposed to "Little Grandma", but that is
another story). I could also threaten to hide her “blankie”. My sister carried a “blankie” for much too
long. It was really just a rag of the
original blanket. On the way there and on
the way back to our house, we had special spots that we tried to always s stop
at.
